one of the pros/cons of going to bed at 9:30 is that you wake up at about 5 in the morning. my writing teacher dale told us once that when he was a corporate whore he used to get up at 5 o’clock each day to write for a few hours before going to work. clearly dale didn’t have a web site to keep him preoccupied.

but i am not here to talk about dale or my lack of writing discipline. no, i’m here to talk about the crazy ass dreams i had last night. not the explicit sex dream involving kevin smith and darlingjason, no i’m telling you about the twilight zone dreams (so if you hate dream posts, just skip it).

usually when i dream, i’m in the dream. the dream is taking place from my point of view, i see the dreamworld through my own eyes. last night the first two dreams i had (one where i went to my friend seamus’ house, even though he wasn’t there, took a look around at his stuff and left, and one where i had a complete and total meltdown with shaky mcdougal and yelled and screamed and then quit) took place from this normal dream point of view.

but the twilight zone dreams were much different. much more bizarre.

i dreamt i was watching the twilight zone, you know the old black and white version of the show. only i couldn’t see any tv screen or anything, it was very clear i was watching it. it was black and white like the tv show (mostly my dreams are in technicolor). on the show was a woman who was having this lovely romantic evening with her boyfriend. both of them are blonde, she has a bob he has pretty short hair. we watch the couple eat a candlelight dinner and then crawl into a bubble bath for some fun. i remember in the dream thinking, woah they just showed that chicks boobs on tv. so we watch the naked woman in the tub and wonder where the hell the guy is. eventually you see a knife in the tub or next to the tub or something and things get really scary. so scary that in the dream i kept telling myself to close my eyes. then the girl’s wig is knocked off and you realize that she’s the only person there, and she totally was making up the guy. it’s so sad and terrifying all at the same time. and we watch her scream and scream as she repeatedly stabs herself with the knife.

the other twilight zone episode wasn’t as involved, but it involved a little girl with dark, messy hair and a messy face who could talk to lesbians with her mind, and didn’t need to use her mouth. i don’t know what it means that i could hear her thoughts and the thoughts of the lesibians that she was talking to.

that’s all i remember.